#Crackin’ eggs???

[lenacethemenace]

Alright, here’s the rundown.

So, for me, I’d like to outline or summarize my Fanfic for those who found my last post and liked the concept. Or if this happens to worm its way onto your feed; Hi hello! I’m writing a Shadamy Fic, it might be shit, it might be self-indulgent, and it might not the best, but damn it I love them and I need to write about them. I have my friend as an editor and currently have more than 20-thousand ish words, of it written, but won’t be releasing it until at least half of it is finished.

The plot:

During a time of relative peace, Amy Rose asked the infamous Sonic the Hedgehog out on a date. And as usual, he stood her up. Not out of malice, but it still cut deep. While sitting alone, a bouquet of flowers by her side, Shadow stumbles into her, and they talk.

This story takes place from early June into late September (maybe even reaching into the colder autumn months, but I’m not sure how much I can write without it getting tired) And will cover the exploration of Amy, Shadow, and Sonic as they adjust to their new normal.

Not gonna give too much of it away now, but hella cute scenes.

Featured ships/headcanon sexualities/ages

I want to be fully transparent, so I’ll jump through the major ones here.

Other than Shadamy (duh) we have Knuxouge, Vectilla, and I’m debating between Silvase and Espilver right now. If there are any others I end up mentioning or adding in, I’ll make sure to tag them when I release the full thing.

For the sexuality end, in this fic there’s really only one that needs explicit mentioning and that’s Sonic being aro/ace. This is just a personal head canon, and if you don’t agree don’t worry, I won’t judge.

I took liberties with the ages of the characters, based on how I perceive them.

Sonic and Shadow: both are 19 turning 20. Since their birthdays are both covered (literally like 4 days apart) so by the time the story is in full unapologetic swing, the two are twenty.

Knuckles: 21/22 I always thought he was a bit older, but not by a large margin.

Amy: 18 turning 19, we see her birthday as well, I swear the birthdays are important events, I used them for growth and because major plot lines happen then anyway so why not?

Tails/Miles: I made him 14, I saw tails as being years younger than sonic, I thought the two were 16/17 and 10/11 (maybe even 12?) in the games, so I kept a gap between the two.

Rouge: 22 it just makes sense.

Cream: she’s 8, I can’t even explain it, she reads as a third grader to me.

Vanilla: early thirties, no specific age.

Vector: very late twenties, early thirties, no specific age.

I won’t go through everyone here, but if you have any questions, feel free to ask!

How slow is this slow burn?

Let’s just say the feelings have existed for a couple years at this point, they’re only starting to realize and Amy is in full denial mode. If you like slow burns and temporarily unrequited love, you might enjoy it.

When will you release the first chapter?

Probably not for a while, but I just had to yap about it.

[blondie-drawings]

GIRLS NIGHT!!! LOBOTOMY AT IANTHE'S

[dynamight-arsenall]

i dont want to get too meta here but it almost feels like Ranma has significantly more girl clothes than guy clothes by the end of the manga simply bc Rumiko Takahashi likes drawing clothes that are cute

But the knock-on effect results in an clear current-day interpretation that Ranma's made room for/accepted the girl side of his life/identity by the end of the manga run

[gelarshiesprofruitboarder]

my four least favorite guys ever @myxomat0s1s

[planetamarte]

[transmasc!amy] whatever. guy who doesnt realize the bread he's gonna bake tonight will be a metaphor for his gender

[wellboyhowdy-fr]

cmon guys save some nice hatches for me!!!!!!

[justskyla-art]

get crackin', egg!

[jonahmagnus]

They call me the omlet maker

[twistedsistas-stuff]

Candy Licker🍭

Sammie “Munch” Moore

Warnings; He’s Jodi baby 😏(in summary)

You ain’t never had a man go down on you before—not ‘cause you ain’t had a chance, Lord knows you had plenty—but ‘cause you ain’t never had a man. Not a Moore man, at least. You told Sammie that one night, sittin’ on the edge of that old bed in the shotgun house you two shared. The kind that still smelled like cedar and the sweet, smokey scent of tobacco, with that little draft comin’ through the window every time it rained.

You told him, and he just looked at you for a minute, real slow, like he was piecin’ it together in his head. His eyes were steady, dark like deep water. And then, that smile—ain’t no way you could call it nothin’ but dangerous—slid across his face.

"Never had a man go down on you, huh?" he said, voice all low, like he was thinkin’ on it real serious. "Guess I’ll just have to show you how it’s done, then."

And Lord, did he.

He eased you back on them sheets, movin’ between your legs like he was walkin’ into church—slow, reverent, like he was approachin’ somethin’ sacred. His mouth? It was somethin’ else. Soft at first, lips pressin’ against your skin like he was makin’ sure every inch of you was worthy. That mouth of his? Multi-talented in ways that made you forget your own name.

He started with that spot—oh Lord, that spot. He licked and kissed, every part of it, slow and deep, until all you could do was close your eyes and hold on. And once he figured you out, once he knew what made you gasp and moan, he didn’t slow down. He couldn’t. Became obsessed, like his whole damn world revolved around learnin’ new ways to unravel you, just like he did when he played that old guitar of his. He played you, and he played you so damn well.

And you? You were helpless.

"Sammie, please… just a second, baby, please," you begged, hands on his head, tryin’ to pull him back for just a second, but he didn’t stop. Not even a little. His hands slid up to your hips, grippin’ tight to hold you in place, and he dived in deeper. Couldn’t even tell if he was breathin’ anymore, and at that point, you didn’t care. He kept at it, makin’ you feel things you ain’t never thought your body could feel, and all you could do was moan his name.

It had been hours. Most women would’ve tapped out by now, but you? You needed him. And then came that combo—his mouth and those fingers, movin’ like he was playin’ a song he knew by heart. He looked up at you, eyes locked on yours, mouth open, chest heaving, and you could barely catch your breath. Then, he slid two fingers in, slow but deep. You gasped, your body shudderin’, and Sammie just watched, smilin’ like he knew exactly what he was doin’.

And then he crook’d them fingers, hit that spot again, and you lost it. You were a mess.

“Yeahhhh, that’s it,” he growled, his voice rough like gravel, then ducked his head, suckin’ on your clit like he was tryin’ to drink you down.

Your legs buckled up on either side of his head, your hips jerked forward, and Sammie took it all in, keepin’ you just where he wanted you. He was shakin’ his head side to side, movin’ his fingers deeper, glidin’ against that spot that made you wanna scream. And you did scream—loud, so loud, like the whole world needed to hear you. But Sammie? He didn’t care. He wanted you loud. Wanted you broken. Wanted your pleasure to fill the room.

He could’ve kept you like that forever, if you’d let him.

Later that mornin’, you were in the kitchen, wearin’ nothin’ but one of Sammie’s old button-ups—soft and faded, like it’d seen better days but still smelled like him. You were makin’ breakfast, hummin’ a little tune to yourself, eggs crackin’ in the skillet, bacon sizzlin’.

You didn’t hear him at first, but you sure as hell felt him.

His arms wrapped around your waist from behind, and his head tucked right under your chin, his breath hot against your skin.

“Good mornin’,” he rumbled, voice still heavy with sleep.

You turned your head, met his gaze, and that low, hungry look in his eyes was enough to make your heart skip. You looked at his lips, then back at his eyes, feelin’ a little caught.

But you stifled a laugh and turned back to the stove, seasonin’ the eggs with a little salt.

“S’pose you’re up early,” you said, just tryin’ to keep it cool, but Sammie? He wasn’t lettin’ you.

He corrected you before you could blink.

“You ain’t sayin’ good mornin’ to me like that, baby girl,” he said, his voice dropin’ deep like honey spillin’ slow. He squeezed your waist, hand goin’ up your throat, tiltin’ your head back like you was his favorite song. “You gonna say it right?”

You swallowed hard, caught in that stare of his, and nodded, barely able to breathe.

“Good mornin’, Sammie,” you whispered, voice catchin’ a little.

That was all he needed. He pulled you closer, kissed you hard—deep, slow, like he had all the time in the world. His tongue slipped into your mouth, slidin’ past your lips, demandin’ and patient, like he was takin’ what he wanted and what he was gonna have.

His hand slid up your thigh, tuggin’ at the hem of his shirt that draped over your body. You leaned into him, ready to let it all go.

Then, the smell of burnt bacon hit the air.

You snapped your head around, eyes flyin’ open.

“Sammie Moore!” you yelled, shovin’ at his chest. “Bacon is not cheap!”

You whipped around to turn off the stove, but by the time you caught your breath, Sammie was doubled over laughin’, his chest shakin’ with a grin so wide it lit up his whole face.

“Oh, it’s funny, is it?” you said, arms crossed over your chest. Your tone was playful but sharp, and Sammie knew it was time to straighten up. He stood tall, licked his lips slow like he was fixin’ to bite.

“No ma’am,” he said, voice low, his eyes wild with mischief. He walked over to you like a predator and pressed his hand down onto your hips, then slid it down to your ass, squeezin’ it firm.

“Let me make it up to you?” he asked, low and dangerous, the words almost like a challenge.

You didn’t say nothin’—just looked up at him, mouth dry, body already ready.

He smiled, just a little bit, and then he lifted you like you was weightless, set you up on the counter like you was the only thing worth anything in this whole damn world.

And before you knew it, Sammie was down on one knee in front of you, like he was about to propose to your pussy. Serious as hell.

He slid his hand up your leg, lookin’ up at you with that same greedy gaze that made your whole body ache.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered, voice thick with lust.

You didn’t hesitate.

“Your mouth,” you said, your voice low and desperate.

Sammie grinned like you’d just handed him the keys to paradise.

And then he dived in.

He kissed and licked you, slow at first but gettin’ hungrier the longer he went. You were beggin’ him not to stop, hips rockin’ toward him, and Sammie just ate it all up, fingers workin’ in and out of you like he knew exactly what he was doin’.

He didn’t stop, not until you were ridin’ his face, legs locked around his shoulders, and you were callin’ his name in that broken, desperate way that only he could make you.

And Sammie? He just kept goin’. Full of your taste, full of your body, his beard slick and his chest wet from the work of it all.

In front of the forgotten eggs and burnt bacon? Hell, you were the only breakfast Sammie Moore needed.

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Heyyy yall! A little short something to hold yall over while I work on bigger plots 😏💕

Kisses to all of you who read and like it reblog or comment💕

[kdinjenzen]

With the new Ranma 1/2 series finally out on Netflix it's a great time to mention that despite the fact that Ranma 1/2 cracked a lotta eggs for 90's kids the character (and series as a whole) is not really a queer/trans/nonbinary story.

I loved Ranma 1/2 as a kid, it definitely was a part of crackin' my egg, but seeing people getting into it now calling Ranma (the character) "genderfluid" or "under the trans umbrella" is kinda wild considering like... what the actual character does, is, says, etc and also what the show actually does, is, and says.

[gothicxreylover]

Hi! If I can request the uppermoons coming back home after a mission/hunt and just seeing their darling fucking up their ex partner (who's possibly worse than the demons, torturing them in their past relationship)? How would they react? Shocked? Impressed? Wanting to help their darling? Trying to calm down the situation? Or just simply standing back and watching it like a drama show? And maybe if you could do the same with the Hashira? If you have time, of course, I don't rush.

Hello! Sorry for the wait I didn’t really have that much motivation during the weekends. I hope you enjoy!

Yandere Upper Moons

Kokushibo

• Reaction: Kokushibo stands silently in the doorway, his six eyes narrowing as he takes in the sight of his darling unleashing their fury on their former tormentor. His stoic face betrays little, but inwardly, he’s surprised and oddly impressed by their raw determination.

• Response: He approaches slowly, his towering figure imposing as he casts a shadow over the scene. “Enough. You’ve made your point.” His voice is calm but firm, leaving no room for argument. Kokushibo will handle the situation in his own ruthless way, ensuring the ex never has the chance to trouble them again. Afterward, he’ll gently remind his darling that such displays are unnecessary when he exists to shield them from all harm.

Doma

• Reaction: Doma’s reaction is immediate and filled with enthusiasm. He claps his hands together, laughing as if he’s watching an entertaining play. “Oh my, what a passionate display! Darling, you’re even more interesting than I thought!”

• Response: Doma is thoroughly amused and might even cheer them on. However, he won’t let the ex linger too long, deciding to take over. “Here, let me finish this for you! You shouldn’t have to dirty your hands when I’m around.” He sees their rage as a fascinating new facet of their personality, only making him more obsessed.

Akaza

• Reaction: Akaza is shocked but also deeply concerned. Seeing his darling so angry and distressed stirs a mix of pride and guilt—pride in their strength but guilt that they had to endure such a past.

• Response: “That’s enough.” His voice is firm but gentle as he steps between them and their ex. “You’ve proven your strength. Let me handle the rest.” Akaza’s protective instincts take over as he swiftly eliminates the ex without hesitation. Afterward, he’ll hold his darling close, promising that they’ll never have to relive such pain again.

Hantengu’s Clones (Sekido, Karaku, Aizetsu, Urogi)

• Reaction:

• Sekido: Furious at the ex for existing and furious at the chaos. “What kind of pathetic human made you feel this way?!”

• Karaku: Smirks and leans back, enjoying the show. “Wow, look at you, darling. Didn’t know you had such a wild side.”

• Aizetsu: Saddened by their darling’s distress. “This… this isn’t right. You shouldn’t have to feel like this.”

• Urogi: Laughs hysterically, clapping like he’s watching a comedy. “This is the most fun I’ve seen all day!”

• Response: Sekido steps in to end the situation violently, while Karaku and Urogi might egg their darling on before intervening. Aizetsu, meanwhile, will try to comfort them and remove them from the situation, all while glaring at the ex in quiet rage.

Gyutaro and Daki

• Reaction:

• Gyutaro: His first reaction is sheer protectiveness. “Oi, who the hell pushed you to this point?” He’s livid at the ex and doesn’t even try to hide it.

• Daki: Daki is scandalized, though not entirely surprised. “Darling! What are you doing? This is so unrefined!”

• Response:

• Gyutaro: Gyutaro doesn’t hesitate to step in, finishing off the ex with a gleeful cruelty that matches his anger. He reassures his darling afterward that they never need to fight their own battles again.

• Daki: Daki scolds them at first but quickly shifts to doting on them. “You shouldn’t be doing something so messy! Leave it to us next time.”

Yandere Hashira

Giyu Tomioka

• Reaction: Giyu freezes momentarily, his stoic mask cracking as he processes the sight of his darling in such a rage. The ex’s pitiful state doesn’t bother him, but his darling’s distress does.

• Response: He steps forward silently, placing a hand on their shoulder. “That’s enough. You’ve already proven yourself.” His tone is calm, but there’s an undeniable edge of protectiveness. Giyu will finish the situation if needed, ensuring his darling feels safe and supported afterward.

Kyojuro Rengoku

• Reaction: Kyojuro’s initial reaction is shock, but it’s quickly replaced with admiration for his darling’s fiery spirit. However, he’s also deeply concerned for their emotional well-being.

• Response: “My love, your strength is admirable, but this isn’t the path for you.” He gently but firmly pulls them away, taking control of the situation himself. After dealing with the ex, he’ll sit down with his darling, speaking to them in his warm, encouraging tone to remind them they don’t have to fight alone.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

• Reaction: Sanemi is impressed. He crosses his arms and smirks as he watches, finding their fiery nature oddly attractive.

• Response: “Hah, didn’t know you had it in you!” He won’t intervene unless they’re in danger, but he’s ready to step in at a moment’s notice. If they falter, he finishes the job without hesitation. Later, he’ll tease them about their wild side while secretly feeling even more possessive.

Mitsuri Kanroji

• Reaction: Mitsuri is horrified—not because of their actions but because she hates seeing them so upset. Her love and concern overwhelm her.

• Response: “Darling, please stop! You’re going to hurt yourself!” She rushes to their side, gently pulling them away and hugging them tightly. She’ll comfort them and assure them they’re safe now, her sweet and protective nature shining through.

Tengen Uzui

• Reaction: Tengen finds the entire situation fascinating and just a little concerning. “Whoa, didn’t know you had such a dramatic side, my jewel.”

• Response: He’ll step in, either helping them finish the ex off or pulling them away with a flashy distraction. “Leave the messy stuff to me next time, yeah? You shouldn’t have to deal with trash like that.”

Muichiro Tokito

• Reaction: Muichiro is confused but quietly observant. He doesn’t understand the full context, but he knows his darling is upset.

• Response: “You shouldn’t waste your energy on this.” He steps in with cold efficiency, removing the ex from the situation without hesitation. Afterward, he’ll quietly sit with his darling, offering silent comfort.

Obanai Iguro

• Reaction: Obanai is initially shocked but quickly grows angry—at the ex for causing his darling pain and at himself for not protecting them sooner.

• Response: He’ll swiftly intervene, pulling his darling back. “You shouldn’t lower yourself to their level.” Obanai will deal with the ex himself, his venomous rage barely contained. Afterward, he’ll hold his darling close, whispering reassurances.

Shinobu Kocho

• Reaction: Shinobu’s calm, smiling mask hides a storm of emotions. Seeing her darling in such a state sparks both admiration for their strength and anger at the ex for pushing them to this point.

• Response: “Oh my, what’s going on here?” She steps in with an unsettlingly calm demeanor, gently guiding her darling away. “You’ve already won, my dear. Let me handle the rest.” Shinobu deals with the ex in her own chillingly efficient way, then turns her attention to comforting her darling.

Gyomei Himejima

• Reaction: Gyomei is deeply saddened to see his darling in such a rage. His compassionate heart aches for their pain, but he admires their strength and resolve.

• Response: “My love, this is not the path you should walk.” His voice is gentle but firm as he steps in, using his immense strength to bring the situation to a swift end. Gyomei will then sit with his darling, offering quiet comfort and reminding them that they are not alone.

[sunny374940]

I have my moments, darling

Hello, it's egg crackin' time. Remember how Emmrich was so mad at Solas in May I kiss you? (it's here if you want it) Now Emmrich gets his revenge. It's just a short scene, but I had to get it out of my head.

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Rest of my stuff here

Minrathous was a horrible blighted mess. Emmrich had seen enough of the blight to last several lifetimes and yet there was ever more of it. They rounded a corner and saw another writhing mass of blight tentacles, which were all converging on a solitary figure. The person dispatched the tentacles with great bursts of magic and then they turned around and there was no mistaking who this was.

Solas.

Emmrich saw red. He wanted to hurt him so badly. Hurt him, like Rook had been hurt. He would never forget the terrified expression on Rook's face when he believed that Emmrich hated him. And he believed it because Solas imprisoned him in that horrible place.

He longed to make him pay. For all the suffering Rook endured, for all the sleepless nights on Emmrich's part. But he couldn't. He would lose quickly in an outright fight against Solas, for one. And they needed him, couldn't win this war without him, so he couldn't allow himself to even try destroying him, no matter how much he wished to do so.

Rook was coming up to Solas to talk, and Emmrich's ears were ringing with all the rage he felt, but some of Rook's words filtered to him, angry and betrayed and hurt.

“You used blood magic on me?”

What?

Solas was making apologies, but Emmrich didn't hear a word he said, because this was the last drop that overflowed whatever vessel was holding his fury in check. Emmrich strode up to them and Solas dared to address him.

“Greetings, professor,” he said, as if this was an academic meeting, as if the only thing keeping him safe right now wasn't the fact that they sorely needed him.

Emmrich took a breath to scream at him, but words failed him. He wanted to kill him, bring him back and kill him again. But he had to be reasonable, no matter how much he hated to be so. He let his breath out in a sigh and settled for what was attainable at the moment.

He punched the Dread Wolf in the face.

Solas reeled back, though he unfortunately remained upright. Even so, Emmrich felt glorious satisfaction at the sight of the bastard that hurt his Rook touching a hand to his nose and having it come away bloody.

He shook out his hand. This would probably smart for a while, but he wouldn't waste mana on healing something so inconsequential now. And maybe feeling the evidence of his revenge wasn't so bad.

“I suspect this was deserved,” Solas said, wincing at the pain, and Emmrich was satisfied indeed.

“It was,” Emmrich nodded. But it wouldn't do to dwell on this anymore, time was short and whatever revenge was possible had been had. “Shall we go? I believe we have a world to save.”

“That we do,” Solas replied and Emmrich was gratified to hear a note of respect in his voice.

Rook took his hand, their fingers intertwining, and there was so much awe in his expression that Emmrich almost blushed.

“You're such a badass, love.”

“Thank you, darling. I have my moments.”

Hii @mercars-musings, @lavender-tea-fling, @starfleetteddybear, @spinfins, @sorrowsfallallaround, @redheadsramblings

[eggblackoutpoetry]

Well now, I reckon folks don’t often ponder the art hid within what’s already made. Black-out poetry - that’s a fine example. It’s where you take a full page, words n’ all, then cover most of it up. What’s left? A whole new piece, crafted from what remains.

It’s kinda like takin’ old junk, reworkin’ it into a fresh contraption. One man’s tossed-away stuff turns into a marvel, with purpose the first fella never saw. Same with this poetry - a buried voice rises, formed from the refuse of somethin’ bigger.

It ain’t about addin’ more. It’s about cuttin’ out the excess, clearin’ clutter, so truth stands bare. There’s art in reduction - the real trick is knowin’ what to keep.

When I make somethin’, I don’t start from nothin’. I take steel, bolts, tools - all known stuff - and turn ‘em into a build that works. Black-out poetry? It’s a cousin to that sort of craft. Words twisted into a new shape, holdin’ fresh meanin’, while the rest fades.

All that effort, mind you, leads to a sort of rebirth - a new voice from old words. It's kinda like crackin' an egg.

well said

“egg egg”

[trucetale]

Team Sonic raised by Eggman AU names:

-Scrambled EGG AU

-“Crackin’ EGGs” AU (quote from Snapcube SA2 Heros)

-Spoiled EGGs AU

That’s what I got so far but I also have another AU idea since the boys are being raised by Robotnik if I add Shadow to the verse he would be raised by the Wachowski’s, Tom’s family that would live in Oklahoma, in 1974. I have his story thought out but his design is still in works. I will be taking points from Sonic 3 of him arriving on Earth in a meteor instead Oklahoma instead of being created in the Ark.

[welcome-to-green-hills]

They're gonna drop their newest album: Crackin' Eggs

…. @movie-robotnik-positivity , jazzbotnik

[antlerlad]

when your ex turns out to be the literal trickster god of your people and he stole your heart, your sacred tattoos, and your arm. we crackin eggs

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